An old grandmother, poorly clad—she belonged to the working class—was following one of the under-servants into the great empty throne-room, for this was the apartment she wanted to see—that she was resolved to see; it had cost her many a little sacrifice, and many a coaxing word, t...
“No,” replied the old woman, “But I saw yesterday eleven swans, with gold crowns on their heads, swimming on the river close by.” Then she led Eliza a little distance farther to a sloping bank, and at the foot of it wound a little river. The trees on its banks stretched their ...
Neither the little poet Isaac Watts (1674-1748) nor his father could have known where the boy’s penchant for rhymes would take him. As a late teen, Isaac complained often to his father about the tiresome, chanted hymns of the church. How was a person supposed to sing them withjoyas th...
8:6 Thou hast made him a little less than the angels, thou hast crowned him with glory and honour: 8:7 and hast set him over the works of thy hands. 8:8 Thou hast subjected all things under his feet, all sheep and oxen: moreover the beasts also of the fields. 8:9 The birds ...
He no longer sang little songs and fragments of hymns, as when we first set out; but he was not in the least alarmed or even impatient. Whenever I asked (as I did about every five minutes), “Are we nearly there?” He always answered, “A little farther.”...
The following impressions come from my journals, as I’ve tried to listen to God while observing various features in my little corner of creation: LIGHT Let the golden light of morning remind you of My presence surrounding you, the Light of My Word to counsel, the Light of My joy to giv...
The earliest surviving written record of mead is possibly the soma mentioned in the hymns of the Rigveda,[26] one of the sacred books of the historical Vedic religion and (later) Hinduism dated around 1700–1100 BCE. The Rigveda predates the Indo-Iranian separation, dated to roughly 2000 BC...
6I am like an owl of the wilderness, like a little owl of the waste places. 7I lie awake; I am like a lonely bird on the housetop. The agony of being afflicted by enemies. 8All day long my enemies taunt me; those who deride me use my name for a curse. ...
He was THE founder of our little village of Balforth, NY, founded in 1787. His descendants still dominate the town, from the supermarket to the hardware store, to mayor Gumby Balforth, named after the claymation action figure his father loved. He’s about as smart as a ball of clay. ...
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